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Romeo and Juliet | Progressively Translated Dutch A1-B2 Books

Romeo and Juliet | Progressively Translated Dutch A1-B2 Books

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THEPROLOGUE
EnterChorus.
Koor
CHORUS.
Twohouseholds,bothalikein
waardigheid
dignity,InfairVerona,wherewelayour
toneel
scene,Fromancientgrudgebreakto
nieuwe
newmutiny,Wherecivilblood
maakt
makescivilhandsunclean.
Fromforth
de
thefatalloinsofthese
twee
twofoesApairofstar-cross’dlovers
nemen
taketheirlife;
Whosemisadventur’dpiteousoverthrowsDoth
met
withtheirdeathburytheirparents’strife.
Thefearful
passage
passageoftheirdeath-mark’dlove,
En
Andthecontinuanceoftheirparents’
woede
rage,Which,buttheirchildren’s
einde
end,noughtcouldremove,Is
nu
nowthetwohours’trafficofour
podium
stage;
ACTI
SCENEI.
Een
Apublicplace.
EnterSampson
en
andGregoryarmedwithswords
en
andbucklers.
SAMPSON.
Gregory,onmy
woord
word,we’llnotcarrycoals.
GREGORY.
Nee
No,forthenweshouldbecolliers.
SAMPSON.
I
bedoel
mean,ifwebeincholer,we’ll
trekken
draw.
GREGORY.
Ay,whileyou
leeft
live,drawyourneckouto’
de
thecollar.
SAMPSON.
Istrike
snel
quickly,beingmoved.
GREGORY.
Butthouartnot
snel
quicklymovedtostrike.
SAMPSON.
Een
AdogofthehouseofMontaguemoves
me
me.
GREGORY.
Tomoveisto
roeren
stir;
andtobevaliantisto
staan
stand:
therefore,ifthouart
verplaatst
moved,thourunn’staway.
SAMPSON.
Een
Adogofthathouseshallmovemeto
staan
stand.
Iwilltakethe
muur
wallofanymanormaidofMontague’s.
GREGORY.
Dat
Thatshowstheeaweak
slaaf
slave,fortheweakestgoesto
de
thewall.
SAMPSON.
True,and
daarom
thereforewomen,beingtheweakervessels,areeverthrustto
de
thewall:
thereforeIwill
duwen
pushMontague’smenfromthe
muur
wall,andthrusthismaidsto
de
thewall.
GREGORY.
Thequarrelis
tussen
betweenourmastersandustheirmen.
SAMPSON.
’Tisallone,I
zal
willshowmyselfatyrant:
als
whenIhavefoughtwith
de
themenIwillbecivil
met
withthemaids,Iwillcutofftheirheads.
GREGORY.
De
Theheadsofthemaids?
SAMPSON.
Ay,
de
theheadsofthemaids,
of
ortheirmaidenheads;
takeitinwhatsensethouwilt.
GREGORY.
They
moeten
musttakeitinsense
dat
thatfeelit.
SAMPSON.
Metheyshall
voelen
feelwhileIamabletostand:
en
and’tisknownIam
een
aprettypieceofflesh.
GREGORY.
’Tis
goed
wellthouartnotfish;
als
ifthouhadst,thouhadstbeen
arme
poorJohn.
Drawthytool;
hier
herecomesofthehouseofMontagues.
EnterAbram
en
andBalthasar.
SAMPSON.
Mynakedweaponisout:
quarrel,I
zal
willbackthee.
GREGORY.
How?
Turnthy
rug
backandrun?
SAMPSON.
Fearmenot.
GREGORY.
Nee
No,marry;
Ifearthee!
SAMPSON.
Laten
Letustakethelawofoursides;
laat
letthembegin.
GREGORY.
I
zal
willfrownasIpassby,
en
andletthemtakeitastheylist.
SAMPSON.
Nay,asthey
durven
dare.
Iwillbitemythumbatthem,whichis
schande
disgracetothemifthey
dragen
bearit.
ABRAM.
Doyou
bijt
biteyourthumbatus,
meneer
sir?
SAMPSON.
Idobitemythumb,
meneer
sir.
ABRAM.
Doyoubiteyourthumbat
ons
us,sir?
SAMPSON.
Isthe
wet
lawofoursideifI
zeg
sayay?
GREGORY.
No.
SAMPSON.
Nee
Nosir,Idonot
bijt
bitemythumbatyou,
meneer
sir;
butIbitemythumb,
meneer
sir.
GREGORY.
Doyouquarrel,
meneer
sir?
ABRAM.
Quarrel,sir?
No,
meneer
sir.
SAMPSON.
Butifyou
doet
do,sir,Iamforyou.
I
dien
serveasgoodamanasyou.
ABRAM.
No
beter
better.
SAMPSON.
Well,sir.
EnterBenvolio.
GREGORY.
Zeg
Saybetter;
herecomesoneofmymaster’skinsmen.
SAMPSON.
Ja
Yes,better,sir.
ABRAM.
You
liegt
lie.
SAMPSON.
Draw,ifyoubemen.
Gregory,
onthoud
rememberthywashingblow.
BENVOLIO.
Part,fools!
zet
putupyourswords,you
weet
knownotwhatyoudo.
EnterTybalt.
TYBALT.
Wat
What,artthoudrawnamongtheseheartlesshinds?
Draai
TurntheeBenvolio,lookuponthy
dood
death.
BENVOLIO.
Idobutkeep
de
thepeace,putupthy
zwaard
sword,Ormanageittopartthesemen
met
withme.
TYBALT.
What,drawn,
en
andtalkofpeace?
I
haat
hatethewordAsI
haat
hatehell,allMontagues,andthee:
Haveatthee,
lafaard
coward.
EnterthreeorfourCitizens
met
withclubs.
FIRSTCITIZEN.
Clubs,bills
en
andpartisans!
Strike!
Beatthem
neer
down!
DownwiththeCapulets!
Down
met
withtheMontagues!
EnterCapuletinhis
jurk
gown,andLadyCapulet.
CAPULET.
What
geluid
noiseisthis?
Givememy
lange
longsword,ho!
LADYCAPULET.
Een
Acrutch,acrutch!
Why
bel
callyouforasword?
CAPULET.
My
zwaard
sword,Isay!
OldMontagueis
gekomen
come,Andflourisheshisbladein
ondanks
spiteofme.
EnterMontague
en
andhisLadyMontague.
MONTAGUE.
Thou
schurk
villainCapulet!
Holdmenot,
laat
letmego.
LADYMONTAGUE.
Thoushaltnot
bewegen
stironefoottoseeka
vijand
foe.
EnterPrinceEscalus,withAttendants.
Prins
PRINCE.
Rebellioussubjects,enemiesto
vrede
peace,Profanersofthisneighbour-stained
staal
steel,—
Willtheynothear?
Wat
What,ho!
Youmen,youbeasts,Thatquenchthe
vuur
fireofyourperniciousrage
Met
Withpurplefountainsissuingfromyourveins,On
pijn
painoftorture,fromthose
bloedige
bloodyhandsThrowyourmistemper’dweaponstotheground
En
Andhearthesentenceofyourmoved
prins
prince.
Threecivilbrawls,bredof
een
anairyword,Bythee,oldCapulet,
en
andMontague,Havethricedisturb’d
de
thequietofourstreets,
En
AndmadeVerona’sancientcitizensCastbytheir
graf
gravebeseemingornaments,Towieldoldpartisans,inhandsasold,Canker’d
met
withpeace,topartyourcanker’d
haat
hate.
Ifeveryoudisturbourstreets
weer
again,Yourlivesshallpaytheforfeitofthe
vrede
peace.
Forthistimealltherest
vertrekken
departaway:
You,Capulet,shallgoalong
met
withme,AndMontague,comeyou
deze
thisafternoon,Toknowourfarther
genoegen
pleasureinthiscase,To
oude
oldFree-town,ourcommonjudgement-place.
Oncemore,onpainof
dood
death,allmendepart.
[Exeunt
Prins
PrinceandAttendants;
MONTAGUE.
Whoset
deze
thisancientquarrelnewabroach?
Spreek
Speak,nephew,wereyouby
toen
whenitbegan?
BENVOLIO.
Herewere
de
theservantsofyouradversary
En
Andyours,closefightingereIdidapproach.
I
trok
drewtopartthem,intheinstant
kwam
cameThefieryTybalt,withhis
zwaard
swordprepar’d,Which,ashebreath’ddefiancetomyears,Heswung
over
abouthishead,andcutthewinds,Who
niets
nothinghurtwithal,hiss’dhimin
minachting
scorn.
Whilewewereinterchangingthrusts
en
andblowsCamemoreand
meer
more,andfoughtonpart
en
andpart,TillthePrincecame,
die
whopartedeitherpart.
LADYMONTAGUE.
O
waar
whereisRomeo,sawyouhim
vandaag
today?
RightgladIamhewasnotat
dit
thisfray.
BENVOLIO.
Madam,an
uur
hourbeforetheworshipp’dsunPeer’dforththe
gouden
goldenwindowoftheeast,Atroubled
geest
minddravemetowalk
buitenland
abroad,Whereunderneaththegroveofsycamore
Dat
Thatwestwardrootethfromthiscityside,So
vroeg
earlywalkingdidIseeyour
zoon
son.
TowardshimImade,
maar
buthewaswareof
mij
me,Andstoleintothecovertofthewood.
Ik
I,measuringhisaffectionsbymy
eigen
own,Whichthenmostsought
waar
wheremostmightnotbefound,Beingone
te
toomanybymywearyself,Pursu’dmyhumour,notpursuing
zijn
his,Andgladlyshunn’dwhogladly
vluchtte
fledfromme.
MONTAGUE.
Manyamorninghathhe
daar
therebeenseen,Withtearsaugmenting
de
thefreshmorning’sdew,Addingtoclouds
meer
morecloudswithhisdeepsighs;
Maar
Butallsosoonastheall-cheering
zon
sunShouldinthefarthest
oosten
eastbegintodrawThe
schaduwrijke
shadycurtainsfromAurora’sbed,
Weg
Awayfromlightstealshomemy
zware
heavyson,Andprivateinhis
kamer
chamberpenshimself,Shutsuphiswindows,locksfair
daglicht
daylightoutAndmakeshimself
een
anartificialnight.
Blackandportentous
moet
mustthishumourprove,Unless
goed
goodcounselmaythecause
verwijderen
remove.
BENVOLIO.
Mynobleuncle,doyou
weet
knowthecause?
MONTAGUE.
Ineither
weet
knowitnorcanlearnof
hem
him.
BENVOLIO.
Haveyouimportun’dhimby
een
anymeans?
MONTAGUE.
Bothbymyselfand
vele
manyotherfriends;
Buthe,his
eigen
ownaffections’counsellor,Istohimself—I
zal
willnotsayhowtrue—
Maar
Buttohimselfsosecret
en
andsoclose,Sofarfromsounding
en
anddiscovery,Asisthebudbitwith
een
anenviouswormErehecan
verspreiden
spreadhissweetleavesto
de
theair,Ordedicatehis
schoonheid
beautytothesun.Couldwe
maar
butlearnfromwhencehissorrows
groeit
grow,Wewouldaswillingly
geven
givecureasknow.
EnterRomeo.
BENVOLIO.
See,
waar
wherehecomes.
Sopleaseyoustep
opzij
aside;
I’llknowhisgrievance
of
orbemuchdenied.
MONTAGUE.
I
zou
wouldthouwertsohappybythy
verblijf
stayToheartrueshrift.
Kom
Come,madam,let’saway,.
BENVOLIO.
Goodmorrow,
neef
cousin.
ROMEO.
Isthedayso
jong
young?